Once my friends asked me;
"Have you ever loved? "
"Do you have a lover? "
"Be frank"
"Don't be hypocritical"
I kept silent
A mystery rounded over their eyebrows
When I got my home back
The question remained in my mind's back
And I started to retrospect
A question popped up there;
"Have I ever left anyone ‘unloved'? "
A smile rounded in my lips mysteriously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem